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Chapter Fourteen:

I tensed as Peter and Jackson began to talk. I didn't know what to expect. I knew that Theo had given me bad vibes, but I didn't know just how bad he would turn out to be. According to the pack, Theo has been rumored to be associated with some pretty bad guys… Whatever the case, it sounds like bad news.

"Sweetheart, don't worry yourself. We can handle that boy. I won't let him lay a finger on you… And on the off chance he does, I'll just rip it off." Peter promised. I giggled, because I knew that he was completely serious. Somehow, we just fit and works for us and I'm grateful for that.

"I know that, Peter. And I appreciate you for that, but that doesn't mean I'm going to stop worrying. It's not just something that I can turn off." I sighed. Today was starting to get the better of me. It was starting to take its toll.

"Well, I'll just have to do something about that; won't I?" Peter mused with his signature smirk in place. I gave an involuntary shudder. I still don't understand how someone can affect me so much… I've never felt this with anyone, but Peter. It's intoxicating.

"Oh?" I asked him, knowing that he would see it as a challenge. That just made it that much more exciting.

"Darling, you have no idea." As soon as the words left his mouth, his lips were on mine. I gasped against him. His hands were on my waist and I was doing my best to get closer to him. He ground his hips against mine, causing me to groan. He picked me up and I locked my legs around his middle. We were moving and I knew that he was carrying me to the bedroom we shared.

He didn't even let go of me as we fell onto his bed. I hissed as the sudden movements caused delicious friction, making me feel even hotter.

"If this is something you're not ready for, you need to tell me." Peter panted, as he moved his lips from mine.

"I want this, Peter. I wasn't you. Don't you dare stop." I breathed. Then his hands were on me and our clothes were being ripped off and going flying. His thumb brushed my core and I cried out. "Please, Peter, I want you. I need this." I begged. His eyes flashed a blazing blue. He fixed his lips to mine, before slipping a finger inside of me. I tried to move with him. I need more – it's not enough. He kept his agonizingly glacial pace. Gradually, he added another finger and another. He pulled away to grab something out of his nightstand. He held a condom up and looked at me questioningly. I nodded without hesitation.

He rolled it on and pressed himself against me. I nodded, again, giving him my permission – with one swift movement. We were joined together. I gritted my teeth together. The pain was fleeting. I dug my fingernails into Peter's back. He growled and started to move. I let out a surprised gasp. He snapped his hips like a pro. He was hitting places inside of me that I didn't know could be hit. I never knew that sex felt like this. I tried my best to move my hips with his, but I couldn't keep up. He used his thumb to massage the sensitive nub between my legs and moaned his name. Fuck. I wasn't going to last much longer and we both knew it.

"Sweetheart," Peter breathed. I locked eyes with him. "I need you to come. Can you do that? Can you come on my cock? He asked me. My back arched, as my orgasm slammed into me. I clung to Peter, as he kept thrusting in and out of me. He hissed and followed after me.

"Is it always like that?" I asked him, still out of breath. He shook his head.

"No, but it should be." He smirked, before placing a sweet kiss against my lips.

His plan worked. I was significantly distracted. And I couldn't find it in myself to care about Theo. We'll deal with him tomorrow. Tonight, I'm just going to enjoy this with Peter.

"I think I love you." I whispered.

"I love you, too, kitten."